Stealing Valentine

He teases it higher, and when he flicks that wicked tongue over my throbbing clit, I scream in pleasure. My hips buck against his mouth and I throw my head back as I claw at the couch.

Dutch chuckles, the sound rumbling through me as he kisses my inner thigh.

“You like that, don’t you, princess? You like it when I make this pretty little pussy feel good like that. You like my tongue on you? Making you scream like that?”

I moan wildly, nodding up and down eagerly as he moves his mouth back to my swollen, pink pussy. His tongue drags up and down my slit again, groaning as he drinks in my honey and sends lightning bolts of pleasure exploding through my whole body.

He moves a little faster, a little more intently, growling into me as his tongue pushes deep inside. I scream, throwing my head back as my fingers slide into his thick hair, clutching at him. That wicked tongue pushes in and out, fucking me slowly as his thumb moves to start rolling my clit. Fire shatters through me, searing me and leaving me breathless as he just keeps licking and teasing me.

His mouth moves back to my clit, his lips wrapping around the little aching bud as he slides that big finger back inside of me. He starts to curl and stroke again, making my whole body ripple and tighten, his tongue dancing over my clit until I’m sure I’ll explode. His tongue moves faster, and harder, and the pleasure shuddering through me pulses bigger and bigger until I know I’m sure I’m going to melt right into the sofa.

“I know you want to come for me, sweetness,” he groans, kissing my thigh again as his finger drags in and out of me.

“I know you want this pretty little cunt to come all over my tongue. This is how I always want you, princess—naked, spread out for me, wearing a quarter billion dollars of diamonds on that perfect skin and nothing else. Let me taste you, Valentine. Let me find out what this pretty little pussy tastes like when it comes all over my tongue.

He dives back in, sensually dragging his tongue up and down my slit before swirling it over my clit again. His lips seal around it, sucking gently as he pushes a second finger deep alongside the first.

And I start to come apart.

He strokes faster, tonguing me over and over again, until I’m screaming, panting, and rocking my hips up from the sofa against his face. He sucks harder, his tongue bats across my clit, and it’s like pulling a trigger.

The orgasm—the orgasm, which is miles beyond anything I’ve ever even imagined before—explodes through me like a bomb. The heat crackles through me, the scream of pleasure wrenching through my body and out of my mouth as I go crashing over the edge. I melt under that tongue, climax after climax tumbling into each other as he just keeps tonguing me until the final broken cry of pleasure tumbles from my lips, and I collapse onto the couch.

And only then does he slowly pull away.

Dutch kisses one thigh and then the other before he moves back in, gently peppering my trembling, swollen pussy with featherlight kisses that leave me trembling. He moves up, and when he kisses me, I don’t hesitate like I thought I might. His lips are slick with my honey, but when I taste my own sweetness on his lips, it’s like throwing some more fuel on the fire, and I kiss him back hungrily.

“You’re mine now, princess,” he growls quietly, pulling back. Our eyes lock, green and blue fire mingling as the heat of that gaze crackles through the room.

“Oh, you think so, huh?” I whisper, grinning, my whole face red.

“I know so.”

He pulls back, his fingers moving to the buttons of his shirt as he starts to peel it away. My face flushes, and I swallow as my eyes trace down over his bare chest and rippling abs.

God he’s so hot. So gorgeous—all rippling muscles and coiled power. He tosses the shirt away, muscles cording as he moves back into me. He’s so hot, and so wild, and so dominant. And that’s what’s turning the fires up high inside of me. The control he has, and the way giving him that control makes me shiver in ecstasy.

He kisses me again, and this time, I lose track of time completely as I melt into those lips. Until slowly, he pulls away, his eyes dropping to the diamonds around my neck. And for one little second, doubt creeps back in.

“So, now what?” I whisper, not even sure I want to hear the answer. My bottom lip catches in my teeth, twisting as I drop my eyes away from his.

“You just take your jewels and run? Is that the plan now?”